It was a cold evening, but luckily the owls stayed around Glen Span Arch were we were sheltered from the cold winds.

Both were by the arch after fly out, and the male quickly went fishing. He was very patient. He stayed in one spot for over half an hour. When he finally swooped down, he must have caught something, because afterward he let out the loudest trill we've ever heard from him. It was like he was yelling to his mate, "Dinners Ready!".